I cannot believe my youngest nephew, a.k.a "Baby Brayden" a.k.a. "Hooba"(who knows where that came from?) is 7. Seven. Seven years old. I remember when he was born... I was young (like 21!), Friends was in its glory days... Ah, those were the days.
Enough of that. Now he's 7. He's in 1st grade. He has the cutest smile a kid with no teeth can have. I mean it. He's stinking cute. And at least for now, he's still my Baby Brayden.